Chapter 192: Lesson — Hang You from a Tree
Nan Xun reacted a beat too late, let out a sharp yelp, and slapped him hard across the face.
Holy hell—this bastard was staring at her chest. Fine if you glance once, but he kept staring!
Maybe because men like him were thick-skinned, Nan Xun’s slap didn’t hurt much. He even took it as flirting.
Ignoring Nan Xun’s desperate struggle, the man’s rough, calloused hand squeezed the place he’d been eyeing for a long time. He muttered, “So soft,” then buried his head there.
Nan Xun screamed, completely losing it as she pounded his head and kicked wildly.
He really was thick-skinned—didn’t feel a thing. The next moment, he hoisted Nan Xun onto his shoulder and took off at a sprint away from the tribe.
The man’s strength was terrifying. Nan Xun had no power to resist at all.
On the ground lay the prey he’d just hunted—a beast that looked like a wild boar, only with sharper, longer tusks and a much larger body. Even as a juvenile, it had to weigh three to four hundred jin.
And yet the man abandoned the food without a second thought.
Little Eight reacted belatedly. “Nan Xun, he doesn’t seem to be from Axi’s tribe!”
The man sprinted through the jungle. Even with Nan Xun on his shoulder, he leapt from branch to branch with monkey-like agility, chopping aside gnarled vines with a single swing—stronger than a gorilla.
Nan Xun’s stomach churned. She was about to throw up. She poked his rock-hard back.
“Hey, can you stop for a second? If you keep carrying me like this, I’m going to puke up my gallbladder!”
He paused briefly, then continued. Nan Xun realized she’d spoken in her native language, not the ancient tongue, so she repeated it in the local language.
The man glanced back, confirmed no one was following, and finally set her down.
He looked Nan Xun up and down, lingering repeatedly on her full curves. The more he looked, the more satisfied he seemed.
“Woman, you’re very beautiful. Your body is good. I like you. Give me cubs.”
His voice was deep and powerful.
Nan Xun was stunned by the primitive man’s bluntness.
Have cubs? Have your ass cubs!
Suddenly, Nan Xun smiled brightly. She crooked her right index finger at him and said gently, “Come a little closer.”
The man froze, then the corners of his mouth lifted. A trace of pleasure flashed in his eyes.
“You look very good when you smile. Better than your chest,” he said solemnly, the words utterly disarming.
“I want to have cubs with you. Right now,” he continued—and reached for her.
Nan Xun snapped. She swung her right hand, flinging white powder straight into his face.
The man’s eyes went wide in shock. He pointed at her, his two-meter-plus muscular body swayed twice, then crashed to the ground with a thud, dead leaves flying and nearly hitting Nan Xun’s face.
Nan Xun kicked him hard several times without holding back. With skin that thick, she wasn’t going to kill him anyway.
“Little Eight, thanks for the sleeping powder. Otherwise I’d have been flattened by this savage.”
Little Eight replied shyly, “Aiyo, no need to thank me. We’re close, aren’t we? I’ve got all kinds of sleeping drugs, poisons, and pills. What do you want to do with him—cut him down on the spot?”
Nan Xun planted a foot on the savage’s solid back, thought for a moment, and mercifully said, “Other than wanting to do… things to me, he didn’t really do anything. Let’s not be so violent. We’ll just tie him up and hang him from a tree.”
Little Eight: …
So not violent. Not at all.
Nan Xun found vines and bound the savage’s limbs tightly, then tied a sturdy long vine to the knot.
She looked him over. His body hair was thick, dense gray-black hair covering his chest and trailing down to his abdomen and lower.
Her gaze fell on the animal-hide apron at his waist. It looked glossy and smooth—beautiful, really—so she reached out, found the knot, and stripped the apron off him.
She glanced at what was underneath and was thoroughly shocked.
Clutching the stolen hide, Nan Xun looked around, found a branch that wasn’t too high, and tossed one end of the vine over it, pulling hard.
“What did this savage eat to grow up like this? He’s so heavy! Little Eight, I can’t pull him—help me.”
“This world’s spiritual energy is rich. Otherwise I wouldn’t help you—my power is precious,” Little Eight muttered, but acted anyway.
The next moment, Nan Xun felt the weight lighten. She hauled the other end up easily, then quickly tied her end around the tree trunk, knotting it tight.
The two-meter-plus muscular savage was left hanging naked from the tree, swinging gently like a wild boar.
Watching him sway, Nan Xun found it hilarious and put her hands on her hips, laughing out loud.
Suddenly, the savage’s drooping head snapped up. His sharp eyes turned pitch-black, staring straight at Nan Xun.
She jumped in fright. “Holy crap, Little Eight! Why did he wake up so fast? I remember the drug lasts two hours—this has only been half an hour!”
Little Eight was shocked too. “Maybe ancient humans recover faster?”
Seeing him struggle against the ropes, Nan Xun bolted.
Behind her came his booming, oath-like voice:
“Woman, you can’t escape. Anything I, A Mang, set my eyes on has never gotten away!”
Nan Xun ran for a long time. Only when she reached the wild boar he’d left behind did she stop, panting.
In this communal ancient world, food was precious. Nan Xun wasn’t about to waste the boar. She figured the savage wouldn’t catch up so soon—and even if he did, she’d just knock him out again.
So she began weaving a net from vines, stripping off the outer bark to make them smooth so dragging would take less effort.
She hauled the fat boar onto the net and dragged it forward.
After a while, her arms felt like they didn’t belong to her—aching badly.
Just then, she heard anxious shouts not far away, all calling “Axi! Axi!”
Nan Xun was delighted and shouted back, “I’m here—”
Before her tribespeople arrived, Nan Xun picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it into her own forehead with a thud.
Little Eight: …
